in an extemporaneous sort of way
And everything's okay
You're allowed to be okay
You're allowed to embrace the day
Wrapping up sunbeams
in your arms
Safe and sheltered
Away from harm
Jesus must have felt like this
Fairly floating through the morning mist
I sense a greater purposefullness
Not just a cog in a tremendous plan
I stand alone; I am a man
I've got a purpose
But that purpose is not me
I can be responsible
And I can be free
Yes, I have a Christ complex, remind me to tell ya 'bout it sometime.
